reflection

this was an improv poem. i didn't know what to write about, so i just started thinking ad this is what comes out.
on a more personal level, this is a closeup of how i feel when i get into high emotion and get emotional attacks. i didn't realize that what i wrote about was exactly me until i read the whole piece from start to finish.

chocolate studs pouring emotion out to the ground sight, a gaussian blur harsh, dirty claws deep in the roots dig at an attempt to leech into the innocent scalp a raw grunt belches out her mouth right from the pit of her starved soul bones rub and grind one another each breath is shallow whilst lungs dry out, crumble, and collapse pieces of the sanity once thriving through the mind are now disintegrating at a pace so vast dense keys of the Yamaha begin a faster and faster melody on the fragile stomach, screaming of pain, begging for surrender she holds her helpless self in her own arms in a fetal position, drenched in agony molars clenched with molars, muscles turn limp all that remains are inaudible sobs and choked up gasps.

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